Somehow, Yu Ziyun had managed to break free from Xiao Ming's Innate Dark Soul Strings, an impossible feat that immediately aroused Xiao Ming's suspicion.
His gaze darkened as he instinctively stepped back, his body tensing in vigilance. A chill coursed down his spine as an overwhelming sense of danger gripped his mind.
SWOOSH!
Xiao Ming's pupils shrank.
Yu Ziyun had vanished.
Before he could react, an invisible force struck him like a hammer to the soul.
His mind trembled as a formidable soul wave crashed into his consciousness, causing a brief moment of dizziness.
His footing wavered ever so slightly before he swiftly stabilized himself.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
A series of cracking sounds echoed through the air. Above him, Yu Ziyun now floated with a sinister, almost mocking smile plastered across his face.
